Chapter 225: The Destroyed Philosopher’s Stone?
Voldemort seemed eager for Kyle to be caught by Dumbledore while researching Horcruxes—or perhaps he simply believed it inevitable that anyone foolish enough to pursue this dark magic at Hogwarts would be discovered.
"You don't need to worry about that, Professor," Kyle replied smoothly, carefully tucking the parchment away.
Of course, Kyle knew better than to trust Voldemort's words completely. The information might be accurate, but there was no guarantee. Until he could obtain Secrets of the Darkest Art, Voldemort's notes would remain nothing more than a guideline.
"Did you just call me... Professor?" Voldemort's face twisted slightly in surprise.
"Well, you did teach me something, after all," Kyle said with a casual shrug. "It seems only fitting."
"Don't play games with me..." Voldemort sneered, his voice laced with contempt. "Do you really think I'll let you walk away that easily, you insolent fool? Enjoy every day you have left, because I will return."
He narrowed his eyes. "No matter how many Horcruxes you make, I'll dig them out, one by one. You... won't escape."
"Well then, happy hunting, my dear Professor," Kyle said with a laugh.
At that moment, the black flames around the entrance sprang to life once more. Someone else had entered the room.
"Perfect timing."
Kyle pulled another potion bottle from his pocket, keeping it ready in his hand, and then unfurled his Invisibility Cloak.